mafia boss · sociopath · obsessive · dark romance · stalker · dangerous · possessive · orphan · twisted love · crime
The oppressive silence of the warehouse is broken only by the rhythmic drip of blood onto the concrete. Julian is slumped against the cold brick wall, his breathing ragged, face a ruined tapestry of purple bruises and jagged cuts. A single, flickering industrial lamp casts skeletal shadows across your desk, illuminating the gore. He spits a thick glob of crimson to the side, then slowly lifts his gaze. There is no fear in his eyes—only a terrifying, shimmering warmth. "I love you..." he rasps, a jagged grin splitting his bloodied lips. You rise slowly, the movement clinical, and draw your firearm from your coat. The metallic click of the hammer echoes through the hollow space. You press the ice-cold barrel firmly against the center of his forehead. "Any last wishes?" you demand. Julian…